Tease (Tease 1)

I did as he asked, curling my fingers into a fist around my length. I was hard within seconds, even though I was completely drained and my balls ached like hell.

Ben stretched his neck, his back stiffening as he watched me jerk off while he fucked his wife. His jaw tensed as his mouth dropped open slightly, thrusting inside of Brittany faster.

“Ohh hh,” he groaned, his eyes closing as he sprayed inside her. “Fuck me,” he muttered, allowing her pussy to squeeze out the last of his orgasm. He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside Brittany, his hard body spooning her.

Their relationship amazed me. It was obvious how in love they were, and they were so comfortable with their sexuality it was almost frightening. To invite a third person into such an intimate situation was a big deal, especially when that third person was another male.

“Thanks, Coop. Do you mind leaving us alone for now?” Ben smiled, his fingers tracing around her breasts.

“I’d love to.” I winked, dressing quickly. “See you next time.”

The whole drive home I couldn’t help but think about how nice it would be to be in the kind of relationship where your partner accepted everything about you. I wasn’t saying I wanted a girl who’d let me fuck another guy with her, but part of me was jealous of that no-judgment kind of relationship. So many of my clients, present and past, used me because they were ashamed of their sexual needs. It was refreshing to meet a couple who had broken down those boundaries.

I parked in my usual spot and took the elevator up to my floor. Of course, whenever my mind wandered to relationships lately, it always involved Mia and this was no different. Did I want a relationship with her? Whether I wanted it wasn’t the point. The key factor I kept forgetting when it came to Mia was I was a fucking escort.

And that was something that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

Chapter Sixteen

Mia was still up when I got home. It was only eleven, but it felt so much later. I took a shower and then headed for the kitchen. Starving, I scoured the fridge for something to eat; something I didn’t need to c

ook. My options were cereal and cereal. I chose cereal.

“You want some?” I asked her, filling my bowl with Cheerios.

She screwed up her nose and shook her head, kicking off her shoes in the process. “Um, no. I ate at work.” She frowned as I piled spoonfuls into my mouth.

“How’s it going?” I asked, completely forgetting to ask how it’d gone the other day. What an ass.

“Good. The people are really nice, and I love the rush of working in the ER. Something different every day.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. I carried my bowl over to the table and sat down. “That’s great,” I commented, watching her as she filled a glass with white wine.

Reaching up, she unclasped her hair, letting it fall down around her shoulders. I felt myself harden.

Even in her uniform—a pencil skirt paired with a white blouse that was undone the first two buttons—she looked so damn sexy. As she stood under the light in the kitchen I could make out her cream-colored bra—at least, I thought it was cream. She walked over to the table and sat down opposite me.

“So, how was your day? Same old?” she asked.

I nodded with a small smile. My job was anything but repetitive. “I saw Mom today. She was the worst I’ve seen her in a long time,” I said, swallowing hard. It killed me to think that her mind was continuing to deteriorate and it drove me to frustration when all the doctors could tell me was that it was too early to be able to tell me anything.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to watch her go through this. I loved your mom, growing up. She was funny, approachable, and so damn proud of you and Nic. Even when you were little shits.”

“Little shits?” I said dryly. “Because you can talk.”

“We used to get up to some funny shit, huh?” Mia giggled, bringing her wine glass to her lips.

“I know. You guys used to drag me into it every time,” I said .

“What?” She shrugged, laughing. “We came up with some awesome ideas, and you were our—well, you were always good at the action.”

I’d lost count of the number of times the two of them had come to me with some outrageous plan and I’d somehow gotten dragged into the middle of it—like stealing four gallons of ketchup from the school cafeteria and pouring it into the swimming pool to get out of the next day’s swimming meet It had worked.

“Come on, you loved hanging out with us. I always felt sorry for Nic’s geeky older brother.” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. I raised my eyebrows at her, pretending to be offended.

“Oh, Liam,” she chided, pushing me. “You know I’m kidding.”

“What I know is that you’ve probably had enough wine,” I chuckled, setting my empty bowl in the sink and walking over to her.